Your Majesty, I am not worthy

The wind and snow became more and more intense, so strong that Eunuch Xi didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at people.

The snow petals on the man's head were as dazzling as candle flames, piercing his eyes and hurting him.Eunuch Xi wiped his eyes, feeling an inexplicable sense of guilt.

Rong Mu's footsteps were getting closer and closer, the wind was howling, and he didn't make any sound when his feet stepped on a thin layer of snow, just like him, he was always quiet and gentle.

Like a dagger that has never seen blood, Yingying only saw the blade shining brightly.

But Rong Mu is actually afraid of the cold, the wind is like a knife cutting his face, but he doesn't seem to be able to feel it, right now his eyes are staring blankly at the gorgeous face beside the bright red door.

This person's eyebrows, charm, and that familiar smile deeply pierced Rong Mu's eyes.

This person is very familiar, like the portrait in His Majesty's study.

It's him!

When Rong Mu's eyes fell on the man's chest, a little red fell on the white body, very ambiguous and lustful.He also knew why these red traces came from, these quietly showed that the person in front of him had just experienced His Majesty's love.

Rong Mu's chest throbbed, and his heart, which was still active, was rushed by a basin of cold water.

The pace gradually slowed down.

Wen Li knew the person in front of him.

This person is the current prime minister and the most elegant person in Haojing. In Wen Li's view, Rong Mu's expression is condensed, his handsomeness is like snow in the sky.

"Hello, Prime Minister."

Slightly bowing and saluting, Wen Li's loose inner coat was draped over his body, and his oblique posture made his robe slide down his shoulders, revealing a more thrilling joy of love and joy.

Rong Mu tried his best to look away from the side, but at the moment his eyes were full of red marks, and it was only when he heard Wen Li's words that he came to his senses.

"Who is this?"

Rong Mu looked at Eunuch Xi and asked while suppressing his voice, while trying to control his palpitations.

Eunuch Xi trembled all over, and bowed even more: "This is Li Guiren, whom His Majesty has just appointed..."

"Your Li..."

Rong Mu Ner, his eyes became polite.

He is already under one person and above ten thousand in the imperial court, but when he steps into His Majesty's harem, his reputation is always wrong.

Now seeing the upright appearance of the person in front of him, Rong Mu pursed his lips slightly to hide his thoughts.

Soon, Rong Mu lowered his gaze, and greeted Eunuch Xi beside him with the appearance that an important court official should have: "I don't know if His Majesty is here, but I have something to discuss."

"His Majesty……"

"Your Majesty is about to rest."

Wen Li's voice seemed to be wrapped in sugar, sweet and greasy, but the thorns in his words took the lead from Eunuch Xi.

Rong Mu was stunned, but his good upbringing allowed him to smile: "Then since it's getting dark, I won't bother you today, so I'll leave."

"My lord! You..."

Eunuch Xi wanted to persuade him, but the prime minister walked very fast, and within a few breaths, the crane cloak disappeared before his eyes.

The visitor had disappeared, Wen Li gathered his robe, glanced at the stunned little Xuanzi, and the knife fell straight down: "Why don't you hurry up and prepare water?"

……

It's snowing outside.

Song Du was sitting on the carriage with a whip in his hands.

The riding whip in his hand was rubbed with fluff, and the leather on the handle was already cracked.

This is the gift that the adults gave him when they met him for the first time.

Song Du thought wildly, and estimated that he would take the carriage back to the house in half an hour, but unexpectedly, the adult he was thinking about appeared in front of him so soon.

When entering the palace, Rong Mu walked in a hurry, and before Song Du had time to hold an umbrella for him, his lord went to His Majesty's palace with the little eunuch; when he came out, Rong Mu was still in a hurry, and the little eunuchs behind couldn't keep up his pace.

"My lord!" Song Du went up to meet him.

"Adu..."

Song Du suppressed the surprise in his heart, and immediately Rong Mu lifted the curtain of the carriage: "Go in quickly, my lord, be careful, be careful of the cold air."

After sitting down, Rong Muan curled his lips, and wanted to thank him but was blocked by Song Du's cup of hot tea.

"Drink some hot tea, my lord!"

After receiving the tea and smiling helplessly, Rong Mu said, "Let's go back home quickly."

His whole body was frozen stiff, even though he got into the carriage now, his body was still so cold that even his voice was cut off.

But he didn't want to think about it, what he couldn't get out of his swollen mind was the scene he just saw.

The one who appeared in Chu Yuheng's palace, isn't it the one that Chu Yuheng has been thinking about all along...

That person seems to be called Wen Li.

Because such a mark was left under the portrait in Chu Yuheng Palace.

How rare is it for Chu Yuheng that the portrait is so clear, even though Chu Yuheng has never told him this, Rong Mu can still see a little loneliness from his eyes; Even if the paper turned yellow, Chu Yuheng was reluctant to throw it away.

But Rong Mu thought that he would never see the person in the painting in this life, but he didn't expect that the person Chu Yuheng had missed for so many years would appear in Chu Yuheng's palace.

Wen Li's brows and starry eyes are completely different from his slightly thin phoenix eyes; Wen Li's voice is sweet, which is quite different from his flat voice like a dry well.

Rong Mu's knuckle-boned hands held the cup, and when the tea inside was completely cold, he was still stuck in the scene of Wen Li saluting to him, unable to escape.

The carriage rumbled all the way to the east of the city, and after an unknown amount of time, Song Du who was outside lifted a corner of the curtain and said respectfully, "My lord, we're here."

When Rong Mu got out of the car, his legs went limp, and he almost fell on his back.

Could it be that Song Du helped him in time, and now he has fallen headfirst.

Song Du accompanied the lord step by step from the champion to the high position of the current prime minister, watching the lord smile from the face, the spring breeze turned into rain, and now he is considered an important minister of the court. The lord has changed a lot, and the only thing that remains unchanged is probably the family car I feel sorry for the man in the palace.

Song Du was disdainful, that's why he threw away the whip in disgust after he first found out what happened to Your Majesty and His Majesty.

There is no woman in Quan Haojing who is as beautiful as my lord can be worthy of lord.

But why did the adults go the wrong way...

Although that person is His Majesty, His Majesty is also a man!

To be more precise, my lord is a person with no desires and desires. He is rarely happy because of anything, and he can't be bothered by big or small things. gas.

The only time when you can see some emotions is when the adults stay in the palace overnight.Even though the adult's footsteps are superficial and the whole person is tired the next day, there is a smile in the adult's eyes.

But now Song Du naturally knew that his lord had been looking forward to coming back for so long, and this time he went to the palace, he would definitely not go back to the mansion.

So what happened today, and why did your lord come back in such a daze.

Now holding Rong Mu's arm, Song Du found that his lord's face was red and his eyes were clouded.

"My lord? Have you been blowing the wind for a long time?!"

"Ah? What did you say, Adu?"

"The doctor said, you are now exhausted and can't get the wind; but your lord seems to have caught the cold again..." Song Du worried.

Hearing Song Du talking all the time, but Rong Mu couldn't hear what Song Du was saying, he tried his best to open his eyes wide, but the scene in front of him was swaying and spinning around.

The biting cold wind blowing on Rong Mu's face now relieved Rong Mu's dryness and heat, bringing a sense of comfort.

Limb weakness, dizziness.

Only then did Rong Mu realize that he might have a fever again.

"My lord? My lord?"

Just when he was about to reply to Song Du, the vast snow scene in front of Rong Mu's eyes suddenly went dark, the sky spun, and he fell down.